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I've got a cold, a horrible, sneezy cold. Ugh. I wouldn't mind too much except I've only just got rid of the cold I've had since April, the one that lasted about nine weeks. So, yeah. Seriously pissed off. I look (in the abstract) like the person on the front of the swine flu leaflets. Which reminds me, there's now a case of swine flu in Medway, where I live, and it's doing wonders for my hypochondria. What if I have it? Would the doctor even KNOW? Where do I get tamiflu?
What's worse, I have a really complicated MS to read, with about fifty subplots and POVs, and I have to chart pretty well every one. And it's one of those men's adventure stories too. *wails* The ones I always get landed with because nobody else wants to read them, and we need the money. So no, I'm not a happy fish at the moment. I just hate having to work all day Saturday.
On the brighter side, I posted fic on LJ, and it's going down quite well. And my remix is just about ready. And we've got amazing fruit bread with raisins and orange in it that tastes really good toasted. So it isn't all gloom and doom. Just nearly.